You count on me.
Stay strong, for every wrong there is a fight and I'll make it right.
So I see a sleepless night.
Soul searching for the self absorbed, adored by the touch, risk my clutch,
And my lungs. I can't breath wake up from the dream because I think too much.
I count on me.
Continue with the cause to see passed my own flaws.
I pause and think on the brink, carry on from the stress that's been here all along
I let problems flow. That's unintentional stress growth.
Now that's something I'd rather do without.
So leave me be.
I like to be alone so don't lurk around. When the world pushes you down to the ground I'd rather you not smirk but frown. Pity the man who can't understand foreigners of this land.
And you know
This would seem all too hopeless...
if time with you was pointless,
But they say I think to much so my thoughts are ignored. Like my mind, I sharpen my sword and like that my faith is fully restored. Like a world without the word of the Lord, there would be no reward like this.... I'm Love sick.
All I say is true, and anything that's strange is only strange to you.